No one is cleaning the battlefield. The front door of the church was in a mess, with corpses covered with arrows. Only a few were still intact, and there were no church members among them. Iaconi was not injured either. He had a severed arrow tip pinned to his breastplate, but luckily it was caught in the leather. A knight's one-handed sword was held in his hand, and blood dripped down.
Seeing them, the knight came towards this side. "It's my honor to meet you." He stared into Uriel's eyes, "From now on, every word you say is more credible to me than the truth potion."
"We have the same purpose, Mr. Fairwin, and the same beliefs."
"Indeed." He patted the apprentice on the shoulder friendlyly, "We are under the banner of the goddess." Then he turned to Roma. At this time, the little lion still remembered to wear a hat, and his tail and paws were well hidden. Nick didn't notice anything unusual about her. "Miss Windrunner?"
"The kind that always hits the mark." Roma patted her chest, looking proud and proud. "My mentor said I was a genius."
"It's amazing." Iaconi's coaxing tone was too obvious, and Uriel had a hard time holding back his smile. "But the church has not yet become corrupt enough to require apprentices of your age to go to the battlefield. Rome, we have dangerous enemies." He pulled out the broken arrow from his breastplate with a serious look on his face.
Uriel could almost hear the little lion's teeth grinding. She must have reconsidered going with Iaconi now. "Is it a vampire?" he said before her.
"Those vampires." Iaconi suddenly turned around with sharp eyes, "You weren't hurt, were you?"
His concern was so explicit. "No. I am very experienced in dealing with these things now." Uriel told him, "Several prisoners are locked in my and Roma's room. I can't trust Gemo. Once the ground and alleys are cleared, we will You can go there.”
"Are you from the Garden of Flowing Water?"
This is an expected question. "Just passing by. The address on that receipt is Knights Bay, and only some people come here."
"I seem to understand where your experience comes from, Uriel." Iaconi said. The apprentice knew that he was referring to the Valley of Boots, where he used magic to set fire to the castle. I've made a statement now, he thought oddly.
The work of cleaning up the mess continued until noon, and the priest in charge of the small town church did not show up until the situation was restored. He was a clergyman, but he was quite old and could only do the job of listening to prayers and pouring holy water on the wounded. His wisdom is not revealed in his words and deeds, but fortunately he is still very devout in his faith. Roma said she had wanted to ask him if Gemo had disposed of the potion under his authority.
"Then why didn't you ask?"
"I know he will admit it." She replied unhappily. "He will vouch for Gemo out of pity. I know this kind of person. It is said that Gaia is in charge of the justice of the world, but his followers always Being swayed by various favors.”
Uriel could not deny her. "Lucia values discipline and justice, while Gaia considers it more." Such words sounded hollow, and even more perfunctory if you think about it carefully, but Roma seemed to be convinced. She was just like what Iconi said when she expressed her trust not long ago. Everything I said was taken as the words from the bottom of my heart after the mantra potion. But what I say in my heart may not be right, and I can’t even convince myself.
After taking one last look at the children in the nursery, Uriel and Roma got into the carriage. The priest wanted them to stay and expressed concern for the children. "What should I do if another vampire wants to snatch them away?"
"The church will have new cross knights to drive away the enemies. Do you need to ask?"
Even after the Battle of Screaming Keep, Uriel knew that he could not save everyone. The two children he brought to Six Fingers were sent to the local church, but he did not tell the nuns at the House of Charity that they had come all the way from the Iron Claw monastery. If the Scroll of Oath hadn't given him the foundation to trust others, Uriel wouldn't have known how to take care of his two children. He had always known that he was incapable of bringing them back to their parents.
He was not present when Iconi interrogated the prisoner, but Roma ran over to watch. It was his luck to meet Zachary Posier, and Uriel did not expect to get more clues from the prisoner. The apprentice had put a lot of effort into controlling his anger in the alley, and now he had calmed down. Moreover, although killing them is necessary, it is actually useless. What I want to kill most is the traitor to the church, followed closely by Baron Posier, who used young children to create a "clean cauldron".
So he asked to leave immediately without waiting for Roma to see the whole process. "This is rude, we haven't said goodbye to Iaconi yet." The little lion pointed out as they passed the suspension bridge.
"Sooner or later, the true Knights of the Cross will meet again in the church." He lowered his voice, "But I'm not a Knight of the Cross, so it's better to leave early."
The little lion looked away, "It's too late now."
Uriel followed her gaze and saw Iaconi riding out of the city gate, and the guards saw him off. Look at his direction, it's also heading to the east.
"I bet he's going to walk to the next stop on land instead of taking a boat," Roma said.
"You lost the bet." Uriel pulled the reins and waited in front of the road. Seeing this, the knight also drove the horse closer to them. "But I won. Invite him to go with you. It seems that this is Gaia's will."
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The walls of Black Moon Castle were cold, slippery, and covered with gravel and straw. Delphine wanted to clear away all these things, but Ansa persuaded her that it would be slippery without them. It couldn't be worse, she took cautious steps, feeling the chill seep through the soles of her shoes. The guards on the city wall wore rough and heavy boots, and Delphine began to envy them. This is not a place for a noble lady like me to walk, it is rejecting me.
When she finally listened to the advice and walked down the frozen city wall, Ansa looked as if she saw an egg landing smoothly on the straw. She hurriedly patted the snowflakes off her master's shoulders and fur cloak, and replaced the cooling hand warmer. "It's cold and dark. I'm really worried about you falling."
In addition to the severe cold and frozen soil, the darkness of the Frost Moon is the custom that Danlfion is least accustomed to. The leader of the Ice Land took the arrival of the extremely dark night as a matter of course, but she didn't think so at all! After the snowflake feast was over, this ghost place was no longer so bright. It was completely invisible during the day and only relied on torches for illumination. At least there was still soft moonlight at night. She told herself that "Berti's Norn" was not afraid of the dark, but every time she stared at the moon, she felt that the pieces were getting bigger and bigger, as if they were about to fall on her head. Don't think too much. Compared to a completely black sky, at night with the moon you can at least see the road.
The arrival of Earl Ellanor slightly added color to Black Moon Castle. Delphine is no longer afraid of her, and to be honest, she is even grateful to these fog elves. The power of the mysterious fulcrum is far more magical than the magicians of the Lancoste family. They can burn the air, turn stones into night pearls, and keep Black Moon Castle brightly lit all day long. What is more precious than the light in the dark night?
Because Lucia treated the Ice Land Territory too cruelly, the Venivasians had never enjoyed such a dark night. They attributed the arrival of the envoy to the new lord, who brought Kamaria in just a few days. Leaving the disaster behind, I really have no memory. She suspects it won't be long before they forget her "credit," too.
"What should I do next?" Delphine asked Ansa.
"You have a three-hour history lesson. Sir Naiden has invited Ms. Suna for you. She is the most knowledgeable historian in the Ice Territory, and she specializes in explaining the Lancaster family history to you."
I'd rather hear about the Wiggins family history. The Lancoste family had been living with the snowmen and werewolves in the Ice Territory before Crocane I established the Eastman Kingdom. The red four-leafed Wiggins was a latecomer from the opposite side of the four-leaf forest and was rewarded by the founding monarch. Became the hereditary Duke of the Southern Kingdom. Dandelphine does not get a sense of glory from the family's rich past. For someone like her who simply understands the past, the shorter the history, the better. "The most knowledgeable person should not stay in the Ice Territory, probably just because she is a woman. Where did Earl Ellanor go?" It is better to find the fog elf to relieve his boredom.
"The envoy is leading the team to the Morris Mountains," the maid said.
Dandelphin was very surprised. "Why didn't anyone tell me?" followed by anger, "They didn't even come to say goodbye to me! Who allowed them to leave?"
Ansha didn't dare to speak. Dandelphine also knows the answer. Ser Neddon is her acting castellan, having held Whinworth for her father, Alfonso Lancoste, before she was born. After Tracy married the Earl of Iceland, he instead left him in Four Leaf City, while Veniworth was left to Sir Nedon until Danlfion came of age. Except for Black Moon Castle, the entire Ice Territory is the territory of Sir Neden and the Lancoste family... not hers. To them I was still Delphine Wiggins, and she hoped so. Mother, now it's your daughter's turn to taste this bitter pill. Of course, maybe she doesn't care at all.
"Where is Ser Nedon?" Delphine tried to calm down. "I want to see him."
"The Lord of the City is busy dealing with food issues and the follow-up to the Snowflake Ceremony."
Dandelphin paused. Her snowflake extravaganza was hardly a happy ending. During the song and dance a bonfire collapsed and two knights were injured. If the Earl of the Fog Elf hadn't used magic to extinguish the fire, 80% of them would have been burned to ashes. Afterwards, Sir Nedon hunted down the farmer who provided the firewood for the party and hanged him on the city wall. Now the corpse had been frozen into ice, and it fell off the city wall and shattered into pieces. Danlfien only saw a frosted rope on the battlement. Her old acting city lord apologized to her in front of the whole city, saying that the accident was his negligence. Dandelphine felt that the panic in his eyes was not fake.
I can do nothing without Sir Neden. Danlfien realized that he was not good at handling food and business, and he could not think of an excuse to give an explanation to the injured knights. Even the dentist was more useful than her, and he managed to cure the injured.
"Forget it then." The mist elves came here for Kamaria, and if they were left behind, Sir Neden might think I was being unreasonable. She had no choice but to walk to the classroom, where Ms. Suna was waiting to tell her the story of the frost moon and the frozen soil.
